I cried the other day. Sometimes there are no words to say. An empty gray room received my tears. When I got the news, filled with fears. I had cancer.
Uncommon, much to young. Feeling the fat lady had sung. Not one clear answer, none could console. Learned some things I can’t control. I had cancer.
Chemo, drugs, surgery. Who would have thought sickness would strike me? My brown skin pale and looking ill, but it’s hard to stop someone’s will. I had cancer.
Lost my hair, found my joy. Believed I’d be here for my boys. Released my fears, welcomed new hope, ‘cause fear was too heavy a yoke. I had cancer.
Hair grew back, cancer died. Almost forgot I’d even cried. Stronger, red, more driven than ever. Thinking life is truly clever. I had cancer.
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